Bid Mccrae Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDE FFGG HHII JKLL MMII NNAA OOKK PPCC QQRR AAOOFF| The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter light | A |
| And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright | A |
| O er waxen heavy scented flowers and coffin plated deep | B |
| Where the good wife Mary Halloran lay in her last long sleep | B |
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| Her life calm pure and prosperous had scarcely known a care | C |
| Four sons three daughters she had reared all sturdy strong and fair | C |
| All like their parents kindly plain and practical save one | D |
| That rare soul marked for graces high the young priest Father John | E |
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| His beautiful young face was lit by spirit light within | F |
| A new St Michael armed against the powers of wrath and sin | F |
| And now he knelt and prayed alone amid the church s gloom | G |
| And heard his mother s well loved voice come from beyond the tomb | G |
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| Oh help me dearest son of mine to night my soul has known | H |
| Our neighbours life is twined with ours we cannot live alone | H |
| My sins our dear Lord has forgiven their guilt is purged away | I |
| But yet I cannot enter Heaven because of Bid McCrae | I |
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| Young Father John thought hard and long till memory came again | J |
| Of the poor shiftless outcast Bid who dwelt in Padgett s Lane | K |
| A stone s throw from his Mother s yard the by word of the street | L |
| Good women turned away in scorn at passing of her feet | L |
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| The gentle sisters often strove with fond solicitude | M |
| To bring to paths of light and peace bid s wild and reckless brood | M |
| And so at Constance Halloran s side on first communion day | I |
| Knelt little bright eyes Delia the child of Bid McCrae | I |
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| Both pure souls wrapt in loving awe before the children s King | N |
| But ah the coming crowding years that swift temptations bring | N |
| While Constance safe and sheltered bloomed to happy girlhood bright | A |
| Poor erring Delia s wayward path knew sin s un holy blight | A |
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| Blind in my selfish virtue wrapped I passed her all my days | O |
| And god He judgeth not as we His ways are not our ways | O |
| Again his Mothers voice he heard and read its message plain | K |
| And Father John arose and sought the depths of Padgett s Lane | K |
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| There by the dying sinner s bed he fought the powers of Hell | P |
| Fought for the storm tossed mother s soul the erring child as well | P |
| For kneeling by her mothers bed the lamplight on her hair | C |
| Poor broken hearted Delia knelt in sorrow and despair | C |
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| And strange deep thoughts had Father John how full of charity | Q |
| How rich in golden gleams of good a sinner s heart can be | Q |
| And ere the dawnlight flushed the sky both had been reconciled | R |
| Shriven and at rest the happy dead and saved the wayward child | R |
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| Next night there came to father John a vision glad and bright | A |
| He saw his gentle mother stand at Heaven s portal bright | A |
| And as the young priest raised his heart in humble fervent praise | O |
| To God who judgeth not as we whose ways are not our ways | O |
| The storm tossed outcast bid McCrae all shriven from her sin | F |
| Stood at this saintly woman s side and smiled and led her in | F |
Alice Guerin Crist
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